late spring rain

some spring rains
are not warm, dazzling
translucent streams 
backlit by the sun
gently quenching fragile
flower petals and shallow roots…

some spring rains 
are angry tempests
downpours that drench 
the sodden earth and 
swell the creek beds with 
wind-driven shards bearing
remnants of winter that
graze my skin before 
settling deep into my bones…

some might say
the grass gets watered 
either way, but there is
something to be said
for kinder, gentler deliveries
even if rain is rain is rain

~kat

As you might suspect, today is one of those chilly, rainy days that doesn’t quite know how to act in late spring! To add insult to injury our electricity went out for several hours. I was still able to work using batteries and WiFi hotspots, but a cup of good hot tea was not an option as I tapped away at my keyboard lit only by the gray, muted light streaming through the windows from outside. The lights eventually came back on but my mood by then had dulled. And yet, I found myself pausing at day’s end…feeling grateful that I was still able to work, that I had a roof over my head, that the lights came back on earlier than forecasted. I warmed myself some soup before sitting down to write. 

It’s true rain is rain…even the bone-chilling kind. And as I sipped that savory liquid from my cup I was reminded warmth comes from within as the soup settled in my stomach then radiated out. I took a deep breath and smiled… and just like I realized that today’s glimmer appeared after all! 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat